The Cost of Command

EPISODE 6 — THE DISTANCE BETWEEN COMMAND AND BLOOD The farther his reach extended,

the quieter the world became. The boy who once rode with hunger in his bones now

stood still long enough for the world to move around him. Victories no longer surprised anyone.

Reports arrived already decided. Battles described as movements. Losses counted,

not named. The land bent with efficiency now. And efficiency does not ask how you

feel about it. He no longer rode with every group. The boy who once rode at the front

now stood apart — not because he feared the road, but because too

many roads now belonged to him. Instead, he stood over maps scratched into dirt